When you have a child with special or unique needs and a stranger treats them amazingly when they don’t have to, it makes you feel so damn good. It gives you hope and restores your faith in humanity.

C.J.’s hair stylist, Miss. Crystal, is one of those people.

We met Miss. Crystal three years ago. We hadn’t been to Cool Cuts 4 Kids in a while and decided to try it again after a particularly unpleasant experience at Hair Masters (during which the stylist was confused by C.J.’s gender nonconformity, gave him a horrible haircut and made us both cry).

We walked into Cool Cuts 4 Kids and C.J. saw the “Princess Chair” in the back, right corner of the La Jolla hair salon. The Princess Chair has tulle draped around it and a pink canopy above it. It’s the station where they keep the hair beads, glitter, extensions, hair tinsel and clip-in feathers. The chair faces a Tinkerbell television on which the child can watch their pick of princess, Barbie or Strawberry Shortcake movies while the stylist works magic. I wish my salon had a Princess Chair.

Of course C.J. wanted to sit in that chair. The other stylist’s chairs had firefighter, police and video game themes.

The next available stylist approached the waiting area and called C.J.’s name.

“Hi, I’m Miss. Crystal,” she said with a smile that was for real. “What movie do you want to watch?”

C.J. pointed to a Strawberry Shortcake movie. Miss. Crystal was unfazed. She grabbed it without thinking twice.

“What chair do you want to sit in?” she asked. C.J. looked at me. He didn’t want to tell her that he wanted to sit in the princess chair. He was nervous about her reaction.

“Can he sit in the princess chair?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said, not missing a beat. Miss. Crystal is energetic and kind. She’s in her twenties and her hair has been several colors since we’ve known her.

Miss. Crystal can French braid short hair.

For every haircut in the three years since that first visit, C.J. has sat in the Princess Chair and talked and talked and talked with Miss. Crystal. They giggle and gossip and it’s as if nobody else in the world exists. I sit on the nearby bench reading Us Magazine, happily feeling like the third wheel.

Miss. Crystal knows all about C.J. She knows that he just had a birthday party at the American Girl Doll store; that he was Frankie Stein one year for Halloween, then a fairy and, most recently, Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland; and that he loves Monster High. One time, she saw Monster High stickers while she was running errands and bought them for C.J. She kept them in her locker until our next appointment. Just because.

Miss. Crystal and C.J. share a love for all things Disney. Whenever someone mentions Disneyland, C.J. informs them that his hair stylist is a season passholder. For him, it’s bragging rights.

When we first started going to Miss. Crystal, C.J. was growing his hair out. She helped give it shape and thin it out so that it lay better. It was past his ears and on its way to his shoulders when he decided to cut it before Kindergarten because he was worried that he’d get teased. Miss. Crystal was afraid to cut it. She was afraid that he’d hate it and, in turn, hate her. She took off a few inches and swore that if he still wanted it short the following week, she’d take off the rest. She kept her promise, but was sad to see his auburn locks hit the floor. We gave each other sad faces behind C.J.’s back.

C.J. doing Miss. Crystal’s hair.

Since then, she’s been helping us grow it out again. It’s the longest it’s ever been and he proudly wears it in a ponytail to sleep.

Miss. Crystal has given C.J. blonde extensions, a full head of magenta glitter and has French braided his hair when I thought it was too short to be braided at all. She’s talked to him about what it’s like to be a hair stylist. And, now, he wants to be one too. And, own a salon. And, work with Miss. Crystal. And, I’m supposed to make lunch for them every day.

Knowing this, now, when Miss. Crystal is done with C.J.’s hair, she lets him do her hair. During his last visit, he gave her the ponytails that she requested. Doing her hair is the favorite part of his hair appointment. It’s my favorite part, too.

57 Responses to My Son’s Hair Stylist Is His Hero

I’m really surprised at all these statements as to how boys can not have long hair. Does no one remember the 60’s? We ended the idea that boys had to wear short hair. And we established that long hair is unrelated to being feminine. It seems that all of this has been lost and indeed forgotten.

All I have to say is, you’re awesome! I just finished reading your book. Got on here to check you out and I just love you and your family! C.J. Is so lucky to have each and every one of you! Keep it up!

I’m a stylist and I’d like to think of myself as the Miss Crystal kind. I have gender-fluid boys who want long hair or braids and I’ll gladly do whatever they want. I even keep a stock of pink ribbons that a few boys have been thrilled to get. But i absolutely hate it when some moms are literally forcing their sons to have girly hair. One little six yr old had waist length blonde locks that his mother insists he wants. But the poor kid keeps telling me quietly that he doesn’t. And several times mom has asked that I use a flat iron on it to give him ringlets! I feel so sorry for him and I hide my ribbons when I see him coming.

My (non-gender creative) son had very long hair in grade school, and was often mistaken for a girl. When signing up for orchestra in 4th grade, the teacher, who was meeting the kids for the first time, pointed to my son and said “You’re next, young lady.” I smiled and quietly corrected him to “Young man.” Teacher blinked once and was fine. After they had finished, he pointed to the next child, who had cafe au lait skin and short dark brown curls and said “OK, young man.” Her mother smiled and gently corrected “Young woman.” The teacher blushed and corrected himself. He later thanked the other mother and I, and said he had learned a valuable lesson: Not to pre-judge based on looks. And while neither of our kids was gender creative, we were happy to help break a few stereotypes.

This is so beautiful to read! At my son’t pre-preschool, there is a little 2 1/2 yo guy who was wearing a dishtowel on his head to school every day because he wanted long hair so much. So one of the teachers bought him a beautiful long pink wig, and now he wears it all the time. He is so beautiful to begin with, and now with his new hair, he just looks right. It just makes me so happy to see him supported. Almost as lucky as your son is to have you!

Our hairdresser is awesome too and I am so thankful. I recently told her that my child, whose hair she has been cutting in cute boy styles for five years, has told us he is a boy-girl. And now Kegan wants to grow his/her hair out like a girl. I don’t know her beliefs or principles….I was quite nervous. She said, “Okay, I think we should let people be who they are.” And that was that….it is nice when people just choose kindness and acceptance!

I’m so, so happy that C.J. found a hair stylist that he likes, and more importantly, a hair stylist that knows him. Hair is such a big part of how we express ourselves, and it’s almost silly – yet totally understandable – how it can mean so much to us. I usually have the opposite problem as CJ, walking into a hair salon wanting a boy’s cut while I still identify as a girl, and I know just how awesome of a feeling it can be to have a hairstylist who promotes your individual style. I am beyond happy that C.J. got someone as awesome as Miss.Crystal.

In the many years, I’ve been reading your delightful posts, this one has somehow managed to outshine them all! I laughed, I cried and I saw a vision of a glorious future career for CJ! If it happens to come true, I will gladly make an appointment at that salon!!

When my gender non-conforming son decided to get his hair cut from waist length to chin length the lady we got was horrible!! At the time his hair was pink since it was summer and the entire time she kept making remarks about how about we get out the clippers and give you areal nice short boy hair cut and why does your mom make you have long hair. He eventually told her it was his choice to have his hair the way he wanted it and that she needed to stop talking about his mom not nicely… Lol. My son rocks, but I wish we had a Miss Crystal 😦

I allowed “my CJ” to cut my hair once. I thought,”What the hell, he can’t REALLY screw it up. I can always go shorter and have it fixed at the salon.” Well, he grabbed those scissors with gusto and took a hold of the front section of my hair, to make bangs, and voila! it was nearly gone! I think I ended up with about 1/2″ bangs!! I then had to explain to him that next time (if there was a next time!) he should not cut it as short because as it dries it gets shorter. A good laugh and nothing a baseball cap didn’t cover until it grew out a bit.

A friend of mine has a son cjs age that loves to “do hair”. I let him style mine all the time and truth is he’s quite good at it. It would be a dream come true, I’m sure, if we could find him a miss crystal.

Every new thing about your son is beautiful and unique in such a special way. I absolutely love reading about his adventures and it is so special that you are finding people in the world who can connect with him and make him feel comfortable. Strangers sometimes, have a great way of doing that! That braided hair thing, must be a hairstylist thing, my daughter’s hair I swore was too short, and our stylist just braided it right up! It’s awesome he wants to be a hairstylist, he has the opportunity to make kids smile, just as Miss Crystal does! 🙂

my son loves to do hair also. I will try to post you a picture of how he braids. he actually does his ccd teachers hair . he almost pulled out her extensions a few classes ago !!! chip off the old block !!

That’s wonderful 🙂 One time Jeremy wanted to cut his hair and donate it. We ended up with not one but two hair dressers arguing with us that “she couldn’t cut her hair that short because then she’d be mistaken for a boy”. Then they wouldn’t believe him when he said he was a boy. Actually, they barely believed me. It was *interesting*.

For every a–hat in the world, there are (I hope) many more Miss. Crystals. They are the ones who matter; the rest of the people are just taking up space. How wonderful you and C.J. have found her. And how fantastic you shared this story with all of us.

We go to Cristal too!! We love her and she is the only person allowed to cut both of my boys’ long hair. She pleaded with my older son NOT to cut his hair. :). She is a sweet, genuine person and I’m so glad she is in your lives too!